| (You can’t make it!
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| You won’t break it!)
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| Right
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| Tied up, ripped up, stitched up style
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| Torn from the head to toe
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| Lied to, cried to, you tried to live
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| But you’re dead and you’re good to go There’s always now but the now is gone
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| And tomorrow is just a dream
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| Cause all that you see and all that you touch
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| Is all that you’ll ever be No!
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| You can’t make it, you can’t fake it You can’t take what the world does to you
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| You can’t make it, you won’t break it You can’t take what the world does!
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| Stand up, sit down and turn around
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| Let’s see what you’re really made of Take off your face and stay awhile
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| I’ll turn your guts to mud
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| The sky is blue and the stars are bright
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| And the grass is always green
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| But all that you see
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| And all that you touch is never what is seems
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| Seem!
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| You can’t make it, you can’t fake it You can’t take what the world does to you
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| You can’t make it, you won’t break it You can’t take what the world does!
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| You can’t make it, you can’t fake it You can’t take what the world does to you
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| You can’t make it, you won’t break it You can’t take what the world does!
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| What — the — world — does!
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| What — the — world — does! |